The House of Rimmon A Drama in Four ActsBy: Henry Van Dyke (1852-1933)

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THE HOUSE OF RIMMON

A Drama in Four Acts

by

HENRY VAN DYKE

[Frontispiece: "Behold the sacrifice! Bow down, bow down!"]

New York
Charles Scribner's Sons
1908
Copyright, 1908, by
Henry Van Dyke
All rights reserved
Published in October

THE HOUSE OF RIMMON

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

BENHADAD: King of Damascus.

REZON: High Priest of the House of Rimmon.

SABALLIDIN: A Noble of Damascus.

HAZAEL )
IZDUBHAR ) Courtiers of Damascus.
RAKHAZ )

SHUMAKIM: The King's Fool.

ELISHA: Prophet of Israel.

NAAMAN: Captain of the Armies of Damascus.

RUAHMAH: A Captive Maid of Israel.

TSARPI: Wife to Naaman.

KHAMMA )
NUBTA ) Attendants of Tsarpi.

Soldiers, Servants, Citizens, etc., etc.

SCENE: Damascus and the Mountains of Samaria.

TIME: 850 B. C.

ACT I

SCENE I

Night, in the garden of NAAMAN at Damascus. At the left, on a
slightly raised terrace, the palace, with softly gleaming lights and
music coming from the open latticed windows. The garden is full of
oleanders, roses, pomegranates, abundance of crimson flowers; the air
is heavy with their fragrance: a fountain at the right is plashing
gently: behind it is an arbour covered with vines. Near the centre of
the garden stands a small, hideous image of the god Rimmon. Back of
the arbour rises the lofty square tower of the House of Rimmon, which
casts a shadow from the moon across the garden. The background is a
wide, hilly landscape, with a high road passing over the mountains
toward the snow clad summits of Mount Hermon in the distance. Enter by
the palace door, the lady TSARPI, robed in red and gold, and followed
by her maids, KHAMMA and NUBTA. She remains on the terrace: they go
down into the garden, looking about, and returning to her.

KHAMMA:
There's no one here; the garden is asleep.

NUBTA:
The flowers are nodding, all the birds abed,
And nothing wakes except the watchful stars!

KHAMMA:
The stars are sentinels discreet and mute:
How many things they know and never tell!

TSARPI: [ Impatiently. ]
Unlike the stars, how many things you tell
And do not know! When comes your master home?

NUBTA:
Lady, his armour bearer brought us word
An hour ago, the master will be here
At moonset, not before.

TSARPI:
He haunts the camp
And leaves me much alone; yet I can pass
The time of absence not unhappily,
If I but know the time of his return.
An hour of moonlight yet! Khamma, my mirror!
These curls are ill arranged, this veil too low,
So, that is better, careless maids! Withdraw,
But warn me if your master should appear.

KHAMMA:
Mistress, have no concern; for when we hear
The clatter of his horse along the street,
We'll run this way and lead your dancers down
With song and laughter, you shall know in time.

[ Exeunt KHAMMA and NUBTA, laughing. TSARPI descends the steps. ]

TSARPI:
My guest is late; but he will surely come!
Hunger and thirst will bring him to my feet.
The man who burns to drain the cup of love,
The priest whose greed of glory never fails,
Both, both have need of me, and he will come.
And I, what do I need? Why everything
That helps my beauty to a higher throne;
All that a priest can promise, all a man
Can give, and all a god bestow, I need:
This may a woman win, and this will I.

[ Enter REZON quietly from the shadow of the trees. He stands behind
TSARPI and listens, smiling, to her last words. Then he drops his
mantle of leopard skin, and lifts his high priest's rod of bronze,
shaped at one end like a star, at the other like a thunderbolt. ]

REZON:
Tsarpi!

TSARPI:
The mistress of the house of Naaman
Salutes the keeper of the House of Rimmon.

[ She bows low before him. ]

REZON:
Rimmon receives you with his star of peace;

[ He lowers the star point of the rod, which glows for a moment with
rosy light above her head. ]

And I, his chosen minister, kneel down
Before your regal beauty, and implore
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